[Enemies of the four-foot-tall sort? In MY weird dreams? It's more likely than you think.
Several of the shadows immediately start to flee inwards, in the direction of the volcano. Formless, faceless, in vague colors of red, orange, yellow and black, with only the eyes of light to pinpoint them.
One stays behind, armed with a simple weapon that is just as formless as the rest. A spear one moment, a crude sword the next, a discus of metal.
It is just as scared as the rest, from how it trembles. But it holds its position.]
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Several of the shadows immediately start to flee inwards, in the direction of the volcano. Formless, faceless, in vague colors of red, orange, yellow and black, with only the eyes of light to pinpoint them.
One stays behind, armed with a simple weapon that is just as formless as the rest. A spear one moment, a crude sword the next, a discus of metal.
It is just as scared as the rest, from how it trembles. But it holds its position.]